All language subtitles for One.Step.Beyond.s2.20..The.Mask

- You're about to see an
incredible human document.

An encounter with forces

that no one on this
Earth really understands.

You may find it
shocking, impossible,

but it is nevertheless
evidence of a universe

beyond the power
of our five senses.

(dramatic music)

It began at 14,000 feet
above the barren wastes

of North Africa in
the summer of 1944.

(explosive booming)

(intense music)

It happened to Second
Lieutenant Wilenski

of the United States Air Corp.

Lieutenant Harold Wilenski
of Chicago, Illinois.

(uneasy music)

It could only have
happened here,

for the ever-shifting
sands of the Sahara

have drifted back and
forth for many centuries,

covering and uncovering
civilizations

that harken back to the very
beginning of man's culture.

Their dry and ancient weight

still hides many
secrets of antiquity,

some of which may
never be discovered,

as this one might not have been

except for the strangest story

in the annals of archeology.

For when the almost
lifeless form

of Lieutenant Wilenski
was found four days later,

this key to the past
was once again buried

beneath the sand.

If Lieutenant Wilenski had
died on the Egyptian desert,

that would have been
the end of the story,

as it was for too many in
those years of 1941 to 1945.

But Lieutenant Wilenski
did not die, not entirely.

- How's your health
this morning, nurse?

- Fine, how's yours?

- Great.

Well, where's my
good morning kiss?

- Wilenski, you're incorrigible.

- [Harold] Well, I
wouldn't want you to feel

that you're losing your appeal.

Let's see, 31 days
stuck inside this thing,

that's 31 good morning
kisses you owe me.

- Such a one-track mind.

- You know nurse, I strongly
suspect you're a cold woman

just like all the
other British females.

- We're nothing at
all like the females

from your old Chicago, I assume.

- [Harold] A different
breed entirely.

You know, if you English women
don't change your attitude,

the race of English men
will soon become extinct.

- I gather you've made
rather an extensive survey

in this subject.

- [Harold] Well, I was stationed
in London for six months,

I had to do something
with my time.

- Of course,

and naturally nothing
else occurred to you.

- [Harold] Is there
anything else?

Wait a minute, nurse, here,
would you mail this for me?

My ex-wife in Chicago's
asking for more alimony.

(chuckling)

She says, "What do I need money
for lying in the hospital?"

I told her to come and get it.

- Oh you're a
funny man Wilenski.

- [Harold] Hey, more alimony.

I'm telling you nurse,

more alimony for her
boyfriends, that's what it is.

- Lieutenant.
- What, what?

- What is this?

- [Harold] I don't know.

- [Nurse] Well, did you draw it?

- [Harold] Yeah, I guess so.

I guess I just sort of doodled
it, I'm a great doodler.

- Doodler?
- Yeah.

- That is hardly doodling.

- [Harold Well, what is it?

- Looks like, old
Egyptian writing.

- Hey, nurse, maybe
it's a secret code.

Maybe I'm a Nazi spy.

- Well, in that case, I won't
bring you any breakfast.

Let someone else bring
food to the enemy.

- Hey, I'm hungry!

- Are now seen to be
inaccurate and premature,

in view of Dr. McCalister's
findings at the Oasis of Korkul.

- How are you this
morning Mr. Brimley?

- Well, according to
your Dr. Beauvais,

I can live forever
if I don't move.

Well, an extremely bad bargain
as far as I'm concerned.

- Well if you do what
he tells you now,

perhaps you can do what
you want to do later.

Hearts have been known
to mend, you know.

- Save your fairy tales

for your more gullible
patients, nurse.

- Any letters for the
post this morning?

- Um, no, perhaps later.

- Mr. Brimley, would
you take a look at that.

It is old Egyptian
writing, isn't it?

- Who drew this?

- Lieutenant Wilenski, the
young flyer across the hall.

I told him I thought it was.

- Take me to his room, nurse.

- No, but the doctor said--

- Hang the doctor.

Doctor has plenty
of time, I haven't.

- I have a visitor
for you, Lieutenant.

- [Harold] Alright,
bring him in.

Anything for a little action.

- My name is Brimley,
I'm across the hall.

- [Harold] So?

- Well this is not a
social call, Lieutenant.

That will be all,
nurse, thank you.

- [Harold] No?

Maybe you wanna sell
me some sunburn lotion?

- I'm an Egyptologist,
Lieutenant.

An archeologist specializing

in the ancient
Egyptian civilization.

I work with the Egyptian
Department of Antiquities.

- [Harold] So?

- Well, obviously you
are very well informed

on the culture of the pharaohs.

But if there's any reason

why you don't want
to discuss it.

- [Harold] Discuss what?

- Well, certainly you've
done a great deal of work

on the ancient hieroglyphics.

- [Harold] I have?

- On the back of this envelope,
you have drawn the seal

and the personal motto of
an ancient Egyptian monarch.

- [Harold] Oh.

Something I saw in
a museum, I suppose.

When we were in grade school,

they used to drag us
to a museum every year.

- The existence of Prince
Herkna was unknown then.

- [Harold] Well maybe
I read it somewhere.

- No Lieutenant,

this information hasn't
been published as yet.

As you undoubtedly know.

- [Harold] One of us is the
wrong kind of hospital, Brimley.

How could I draw
something like that,

if I never even saw it?

- That's a fascinating question.

- [Harold] Yeah,
to say the least.

Well, uh, what does it
say, these hieroglyphics?

- Well, as I said,
this is the symbol

and the motto of Prince Herkna.

It's rather ironic too,
because the very existence

of Herkna has been one of
histories best-kept secrets

for over 4,000 years,

and his tomb is
one of the very few

that has never been discovered.

What a find that would be.

Well the best
translation we have is,

the glory of Herkna
shall not die.

His name shall pass
from generation to
generation, forever.

- [Harold] The only
name I want to pass

from generation to
generation is Wilenski.

- Now you spent a few days
wandering on the desert

after you parachuted
from your plane.

- [Harold] Yeah, three days
walking, and, so they tell me,

four days lying
there flat on my back

while I was acquiring this,
uh, Palm Beach suntan.

- In your wanderings
of the desert,

did you come across anything
that could explain this?

- [Harold] The only thing
I came across was sand.

Hot sand.

Anyway, after the first day, I
was 3/4 blind from the glare.

If your prince had
come riding up to me

on a four-humped camel,

I probably wouldn't
even have noticed him.

- Well thank you, Lieutenant.

- [Harold] Hey, uh, Brimley.

- Yes?

- [Harold] How would
you like to be a buddy?

- [Brimley] I beg your pardon?

- [Harold] I've been trying
to get my hooks on some booze

ever since I woke
up in this place.

They won't let me move because
of this thing on my face,

but you get around pretty
good in that go-kart of yours.

How about finding me
a bottle somewhere?

- Well I wouldn't
want to do anything

that would cause any trouble.

- [Harold] All right, all
right, forget it, forget it.

It's about time.

Uh, do you mind, buddy?

I'm hungry and ancient
history gives me a bellyache.

- [Brimley]
Certainly, Lieutenant.

- Wilenski, your
manners are abominable.

It's time you were in your
bed anyway, Mr. Brimley.

If the doctor caught you
in here, he'd have my neck.

- Nurse, tell me what you
know about that young man.

- Well I don't know too much,

except he's a very
difficult patient.

- Samara.

Samara.

There is a river that
flows through my heart,

and bends and turns to
a temple and a city.

There in the garden that
grows to the river's edge,

Samara walks.

Samara, your prince commands,

tonight at the apex of the moon,

we will meet in the Royal
Gardens at the river's edge.

Tonight, Samara, tonight.

- Some more coffee, Lieutenant?

- [Harold] Ah-ah, you
can take it away now.

- I've got something for you.

- [Harold] What?

- Well you showed such a flare
the other day with a pencil,

I thought you might like
to do some sketching

to while away the time.

- [Harold] Well, well, well,

aren't you the little
ray of sunshine.

Therapy for the
disturbed patient.

- Well I only just
thought that you might--

- [Harold] Oh, all
right, I'm sorry,

I shouldn't open my big mouth.

Well, Brimley, what's
your problem today?

- Sh.

I know it's a little
bit early in the day

for this sort of thing,

but I thought you might
like to have some of this.

- [Harold] Brimley,
I done you wrong!

Well, well.

Uh, sorry, I only have
the one glass, but uh,

with this thing on
my face, I'd have a,

I'd have to make
pretty much of a mess

trying to drink
out of the bottle.

(Brimley chuckling)

- Here you are.

- [Harold] Well, aren't
you gonna join me?

- Not right now, thank you.

- [Harold] Oh, go on.

- No, thank you.

- [Harold] Mm,
ah, that's better.

Okay, Brimley, I know you
didn't bring me this booze

out of the kindness
of your heart.

What do you want?

- Well, I know this may
sound ridiculous to you,

Lieutenant, but please
bear with an old man.

Does the name Samara mean
anything to you, Lieutenant?

- At the moment it seems
to mean free booze.

- It doesn't sound
at all familiar?

Even vaguely?

- If I say yes, do
I get another shot?

From the Great
Oasis, at Tartung.

(soft, intriguing music)

- Lieutenant.

- And the people shall be
freed, of the harvest sickness.

- Herkna?

Herkna!
- Huh?

(Harold gasping)

What's going on around here?

What are you doing?

Recording my snores
or something?

- How do you feel, Lieutenant?

- [Harold] I'm hung
over, that's how I feel.

What were you doing?

- This may seem very
strange to you, Lieutenant.

Perhaps by some happy accident,

by a fantastic stroke of luck,

I happen to be in this
hospital with you now.

- [Harold] What are
you babbling about?

- You wouldn't understand it, I,

I hardly understand it myself.

- [Harold] Nothing you've
said so far has mad any sense.

- Wait a minute.

(clicking)

Now listen to this.

- [Harold] The divine
journey shall be given to you

by the twin gods of
life into eternity.

Hey, that's my, that's my voice.

I am Herkna, one of
the most royal blood,

a double son of Ra.

History shall know me
as a great builder.

What is this, a trick?

- This is no trick, Lieutenant.

- [Harold] Well what
is it then, hypnotism?

- I don't know what it is.

Lieutenant,

I want you to help me find
the tomb of Prince Herkna.

(Harold laughing)

- [Harold] You want me
to help find you the tomb

of Prince Herkna?

(Harold laughing)

- Lieutenant, I don't
have very much time left!

To find this tomb would
mean a great deal to me.

- [Harold] All right, buddy.

You get me another
bottle of booze,

and I'll help you find
anything you want.

(Harold laughing)

- Congratulations, Lieutenant.

- [Harold] For what?

- Dr. Beauvais is coming in
after lunch to remove your...

- [Harold] You mean?

You mean this thing is
finally coming off my face?

What's with you?

(mysterious music)

- That's, that's excellent.

But I'm afraid the
charwoman is going to take

a pretty dim view of your
painting on the wall.

Why didn't you use
the pad I gave you?

- [Harold] Brimley.

- I beg your pardon?

- [Harold] Brimley!

- Brimley, Lieutenant?

- [Harold] Well sure, who else?

- Look at your hand, Lieutenant.

(mysterious music)

- I hope you're fully
prepared, nurse.

Women have been known
to faint with joy

at their first sight
of the Wilenski face.

- Oh, I'm pretty
sturdy, Lieutenant,

I haven't fainted in days.

- Hold it steady for a
moment, Lieutenant, will you?

- [Harold] Mm-hm.

- Well, here we are.

(gasping)
(shadowy music)

- What's the matter
with you two?

Well it's a pretty funny gag,
but I'm not that beautiful.

Hey, the joke's over.

(intense music)

What happened?

What happened!

What happened, what
happened, what happened,

what happened, what happened,
what happened, what happened?

(knocking)

- Come in.

Hello, Lieutenant.

- Mr. Brimley,

do you understand
what's happened to me?

- Understand?

No one in the world
understands these things.

What are you going
to do Lieutenant?

- Go back to the States.

Find myself a good
plastic surgeon.

- Why?

That's not such a bad face.

Rather handsome, as
a matter of fact.

- It's not mine.

Who wants to see the
face of a stranger

every time he looks
in the mirror?

- Are you sure it's
such a stranger?

Are you sure that
you're still the same?

Completely the same?

Inside?

- Of course.

Why wouldn't I be?

- Well, why do you
have that face?

Or...

(clicking)

- There,

where the rays

of the morning light
shall each new day shine

through the great.

(clicking)

Okay, I just came in here
to say goodbye to you.

To say I'm sorry I can't help
you find this Herkna's tomb.

I know how much it,
it means to you,

and I know you
got some wild idea

that you think I can help
you, but it's a waste of time.

Believe me, it would
be a waste of time.

- You're leaving tonight?

- The first thing
in the morning.

- Well, good luck to
you anyhow, Lieutenant.

- Thanks, I can use it.

I suppose you realize there's
not the slightest chance

in the world you'll ever
find this Herkna's tomb.

- Thank you, Lieutenant.

I'll make the necessary
arrangements, immediately.

(engine rumbling)

Here, Lieutenant?

(haunting music)

Lieutenant?

(dramatic music)

(speaking in foreign language)

(mysterious music)

Here, Lieutenant?

(speaking in foreign language)

Now.

(slow, mysterious music)

(intense music)

(slow, mystical music)

- Prince Herkna finally
found his place in history.

With the discovery
of his resting place,

the lasting glory he
so desired, was his.

His tomb was moved intact to
this museum of antiquities,

a long way from the desert
where Lieutenant Wilenski

first began his amazing
retreat in time.

What about Wilenski?

What about the man who was
so incredibly possessed

by the soul of
another long dead?

Well, his mission of
discovery accomplished,

Wilenski was
restored to himself,

but the the marks of two
men were left upon him.

An ancient prince, and Mr.
Brimley who died triumphant.

Wilenski did not go home
to Chicago, not at all.

He too became a searcher

after the secrets of man's
journey through time.

(intense, dramatic music)